
Brad and I worked all day and the boys had school. I drove to pick up Brad in Ann Arbor and head to the airport for our 7:30 flight. The drive to the airport shaved 2 years off my life. It was harrowing to say the least. The road was covered in ice and light snow was falling. There were so many accidents that 94 was stopped. Luckily Brad knew back roads to get us to the airport. We were only able to check in and grab a quick bite to eat before getting on the plane. Once on the plane we were delayed because of the weather for a little over an hour. This was the boys' first airplane ride, well, Jack rode one at 9 months but that doesn't count. They were so excited! They had to check out everything in the pocket in front of them. They studied the safety flier and I swear they could have led us all to safety if needed. Luke wanted to know what he was holding. I told him it was a little garbage bag instead of a barf bag. The twins charmed the pants off of everyone on the flight. With our delay the boys kept shouting out, 'When are we blasting off?!' That had everyone laughing.

Jack sat across the aisle with Daddy. He was a very big boy about the whole thing. We had a pretty smooth flight and Pop, Grandpa MacDonald, picked us up from the airport.
I divided the blog posts into days at Disney because there was just too much to show. It'll also keep me from repeating everything 20 times. I haven't even gotten all the pictures from the two grandparents. I let them do most of the picture taking. I'll actually be in a couple then. I'll post some of the best of theirs later.
Enjoy our trip...